Since I was cut from the reedbed I have made this crying sound. Anyone separated from someone he loves understands what I say. Anyone pulled from a Source longs to go back.

The light which shines in the eye is really the light of the heart.. The light which fills the heart is the light of God, which is pure and separate from the light of intellect and sense.

The leaf of every tree brings a message from the unseen world. Look, every falling leaf is a blessing.

Do not worry if all the candles in the world flicker and die. We have the spark that starts the fire.

Faith in the king comes easily in lovely times, but be faithful now and endure, pale lover.

On the way there is no harder pass than this: fortunate is he who does not carry envy as a companion.

The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?